Space Joe's And dirty clothes Framing the red A little book I read Sometimes I sit back and punder What happened there over yander it took so much hate inside of me not too bear the thought of a dream Sometimes I sit back and wounder how chasing planes and catching thunder Could break you down Could roll you over Make you fill as cold as rover Freezing still rolling boulders Space is just a little bit colder Space cowboys and dirty joes B612s and broken codes Everything's not right Everything's not nice Everythings covered in Ice Everythings not just spit X What is life but a dream within yet another dream Ravens chasing after me Black fire burns the beast in me Stars fires in the sky I dream for a passing by Space cowboys and dirty joes B612s and broken codes Everything's not right Everything's not mean Everythinfs not nice Everythings not clean X Framing red Shes better of dead If life is just a dream Then maybe should I be Should be on the brighter side Chasing mr clean If life is just a dream then I can sing these bitter things. Space cowboys and dirty joes B612s and broken codes Everything's not right Everything's not mean Everythinfs not nice Everythings not clean If everythings a dream Then ravens fly with me Everything's not right Everything's just lines Heartless shades